Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Aswad,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Nico,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.